Chapter Forty Seven

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Back at the house . . .

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"You got into a shootout . . . with police," Shane said calmly, his voice as chilly as a winter night.

Shamira was a little surprised by her chilly reception, but plowed forward regardless. "Yes sir. We tried to make a break for it, but they had a third car." She'd already explained everything, so she wasn't sure why she was repeating herself.

Shane looked over at Sebastian. "And you felt this was the best course of action."

"It was Shamira's call and yeah, I thought it was the right one. She tried to avoid loss of life first, but they weren't going to give a choice. They were hunting magical beings. She spotted the cuffs right off, they were behaving weird for cops, and then when we popped their magazines afterward and saw the silver bullets --"

"This was a very dangerous situation," Shane interrupted. "The Tribunal meeting is just a